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and Kirstin felt that strange zing of feeling again, like a lightning strike. Then it was as if someone had suddenly dropped a weight on her chest. It was hard to breathe. What was it that Sibyl wanted her to know, and what did it have to do with Donal MacFalon?
    And why in the world did it matter to her, all of a sudden?
    “Raife is... angry with me,” Sibyl confessed. Donal snorted from the doorway at that, and Sibyl’s cheeks filled with color to match her hair. “To put it mildly. And he’s likely to be angry with you, too.”
    “Is that all?” Kirstin asked, filled with relief. Sibyl blinked at her, looking so hurt Kirstin couldn’t help but go and put her arms around her. “I ju’t mean—a’course he is. He’s a wulver. I knew he would be. Ye had t’know he’d be angry...”
    “Well... yes.” Sibyl sighed, wringing the cloth in her hands as Kirstin knelt by her chair. “Of course, I expected he’d be angry with me for leaving. But I did it to save him, Kirstin!”
    “Aye.” She patted the Englishwoman’s worried hands. “Ye should’ve seen him when I told ’im ye’d gone.”
    Kirstin paled at the memory alone. She’d never seen Raife in such a state. Sibyl searched her eyes, and Kirstin knew what she was looking for. She wanted proof that Raife loved her, that he wanted her, that he had truly meant it when he said that Sibyl was his one true mate.
    “I thought he was goin’ to take me head right offa me shoulders,” Kirstin confessed, swallowing hard. “He was crazed. He could’na b’lieve ye’d gone.”
    “I couldn’t believe it either.” Sibyl lowered her head at the memory. “I really thought, if I came back here, and told Alistair I’d marry him, that the wulvers would be safe...”
    “Aye.” Kirstin nodded. “I know Raife’ll be angry when he discovers I’ve come ’ere. But Sibyl, I could’na stay ’way. Not when I knew Darrow was hurt—and ’tis all my fault. If I hadna put ye on that horse...”
    “But we couldn’t have known,” Sibyl whispered. “We both thought we were doing the right thing.”
    “Och, what a fine mess this is,” Donal said softly from the doorway, and when Kirstin met his eyes, she saw the sympathy in them.
    Kirstin opened her mouth to speak, to explain, but a voice interrupted her.
    “Kirstin! What in the da world’re ye doin ’ere?” Laina exclaimed from the doorway, carrying a tray. She was so startled, she nearly dropped it—Donal’s quick reaction kept that from happening. He carried the tray over to the bedside table while the women gathered together.
    “I came t’bring all’ye home, safe’n’sound.” Kirstin put her arms around her. Laina’s thick, white-blonde hair was pulled into a long plait down her back. She was dressed in her plaid, just like Sibyl. “How’s Darrow?”
    “Cranky.” Laina smiled at him and Darrow moaned in his sleep, like he’d heard her. “But I s’pose that’s understandable, given he was run-through with a broad sword.”
    “And how’re ye ?” Kirstin asked, touching the other woman’s bruised and battered face. Laina was a stunning beauty, and Kirstin could tell the marks had already begun to heal. Wulver women didn’t mend quite as quickly as the warriors, but they still had a significant ability to mend themselves. “They hurt you?”
    “Alistair’s men—a few of them.” Laina shook her head, glancing over at Donal, who looked like he wanted to make yet another apology for his brother’s conduct. “But I’m no worse fer t’wear.”
    “How’s me bairn?” Laina grasped her shoulders, searching Kirstin’s face with the hungry eyes of a mother who had been without her babe overlong. “Garaith’s well?”
    “Aye, he misses ye,” Kirstin replied, smiling at the memory of Laina and Darrow’s dark-haired little boy. “But Beitris is taking good care of him in your absence.”
    “I miss ’im so.” Laina sighed. “I need t’return soon a’fore me milk disappears